Morning Light

The dew has only just begun to shine on her front lawn. The sun has yet to peek out over the horizon But the frosty blue-gray light fills the sky Just as the morning fog fills the air The woman watches it all from a pink room, With pink curtains and a pink chair. Her tired eyes admire the morning she hasn’t seen Since she was a little girl. She has yet to sleep. Though exhaustion consumes her, she is smiling. Hush. And the soft chirping of a robin, The nearby stream dancing over Stones smoothed by time. The leftover echo of a lullaby many times Repeated before the hypnotizing Effect took hold of the sleeping baby In her arms. As she looks at the life she created Pure joy fills her. Pure pride. In every strand of hair Every crease of skin Every cell in her body. As the sun rises, it smiles down On the miracle of life. The baby Her baby Who only fell asleep a few moments ago.

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